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Please also be sure that your character's height and color conform to breed standards. All horses must be between 13 and 18 hands tall, but a maximum of 2 inches above or below the breed standard is permitted for natural variation. Please be as specific as possible regarding your character's color so that we can list it accurately on the members page (e.g. specifying base colors for gray horses; specifying a particular pinto pattern; etc). However, you do not need to have any particular knowledge of color genetics; the mods will help you with this if needed.
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Character Name
Gender
Breed
Color
Height
Age
Lineage (if born on TLI)
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Sample Post (old work is accepted)
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Joining Posted on August 26, 2021 at 01:59:26 AM by Kelelen
Member Name:
Kelelen
Character Name:
Anne Boleyn
Gender:
Mare
Breed:
Appaloosa Cross (paint/thoroughbred)
Color:
Blue Roan/White Pintaloosa
Height:
15.3 hands
Age: 4
Lineage (if born on TLI): N/A
If you are a new member, please also include the following:
Member Contact: Discord name is Kelelen, email crzwsh@aim.com
Sample Post:
The chill of the air was only rivaled by the biting frost slowly creeping deep within her chest - her heart slowly beginning to feel like as heavy and cold as bitter coal newly dug from deep within the earth. For how long has she wandered? How far as she traveled? Even she does not know. What is one more step, a few more breaths, a couple more looks into the darkness of the night? Hazel eyes, darting back and forth, are the only things about her that are moving with any hint of urgency. She is lost, searching, striving unsuccessfully to find an end to this tumultuous journey long ago embarked upon. Weary shoulders begin to droop and she feels herself slowing once more - though how she could move slower than her already snail-like pace is hard to fathom. Dainty nostrils widen and retract, warm air puffing out like smoke from a long forgotten dragon as she finally comes to a standstill. She does not know for which she was searching, but she does know this - she has arrived in a strange new land. If she had the energy she might quiver with fright, as would have been customary for one of her delicate nature. Instead she chooses, though bitter with cold and hunger, to stand as firm as possible as she sways on spindle-thin legs. Here, in this new place, she shall begin again. This time, with the coming of the impending dawn, she too shall rise like the sun and choose to be renewed. For the moment, as she stands as quiet as a fleeting shadow, she will rest.
